DJ'S 9TH AVENUE CAFE ART SHOWING

The chairs at St. Peter's Square in Vatican City presented an eerie sight to me on this day. They created such a ghostly pattern, like waves of weather-beaten plastic. It wasn't until I had the chance to edit the photo that I became confronted with the fact, that the more I looked at it, the more the chairs resembled riot shields marching towards the lens rather than seats facing the beauty of the Basilica.

Spring snow in Denver is often wet and heavy. And most always it is a vision of purity and spectacular quiet. This day, the untouched snow at the City Park Golf Course blanketed everything. As I walked up the tenth fairway I was captivated by how these two elder trees framed, and almost looked as if they were providing shelter, for the young evergreen in the center. It looks somehow paternal to me now. Unfortunately, I have seen this same view many times while standing over my poorly driven tee shot on this very hole.

As many who have traveled by rail through the tracked vasculature of Europe can attest, finding yourself upon a platform without co-inhabitants is a true rarity. I remember vividly kneeling down at the foot of this chocolate brown passenger train in Spiez, Switzerland and relishing the fact that I found a shot of such a common carriage with such an uncommon backdrop. This photo reminds me that whether boarding or walking down the thin rubber lines towards the lighted exit, travel is indeed more about the journey than the destination.

I can't remember where I first heard the term, "humming wheat", but this mundane capture of the tilted grass in the Ourika Valley, Morocco, has always carried a sound with it. It sounds like electricity to me. The sun somehow charged the bent stalks that day, creating a soft and passive buzz.

The seagulls in Essaouira are part of the landscape. Whether circling above or stationed along the stone walls of the city, they are as ever present as the salted air. Only turning every so often to face the wind.

I love reflections in photography. I am always impressed by those beautiful mirror images created by lakes and puddles. This reflection has been a favorite of mine for its opposite effect. Rather than a reflection, an alternate reality is created. The one where straight lines become wiggles, but clouds remain unchanged.

What a simple concept is the woven article. And yet somehow, what a complicated thing is a loom. I remember watching this textile worker in Fes, drowning in pullies and slapping a board back and forth across a wall of thread. And then, I just watched the thread. The tiny filaments that made up these sought after rugs and fabrics. It was as if looking at the cellular makeup of a piece of cloth. So simple, and so complicated.

The Louvre

I am grateful for the things I have been privileged to see in my life. Witnessing the Louvre was perhaps more impressive a sight from the exterior than from within. This image of classical frozen figures leering at the modern audacity of La Pyramide Inversee, speaks to the timeless nature of art.